I looked down at the delivery uniform in my hands. Three crooked characters spelling "Express Delivery" were printed across the chest, and it still smelled of plastic. When it hit me in the face just now, it picked up some sticky stain, milk tea or sauce, I couldn't tell, that clung to my hand.
My name is Shen Hanzhou. Three days ago, I had another name, up in the heavens.
Star Dragon King.
The man who stood at the peak of the Three Realms, able to shatter stars with a wave of his hand. The swordsman who made all races bow and even the Heavenly Dao wary. The man pierced through the heart by Xuan Jiu's sword before the thirty-six elders of the Dragon Clan in their judgment hall.
"Shen Hanzhou, do you know your crime?"
I still remember Xuan Jiu's voice. He stood at the highest point of the judgment hall in his dragon-clan ceremonial robes, edged with golden thread, with the projection of a vast sea of stars behind him. His sword pressed against my chest, its tip piercing flesh and resting against the Dragon Clan's source mark.
